Better Late than never

I just got a phone call from Company C of the Binder Project

They were wondering if we had made a decision about our binders. I told them "Yes, about a year ago." They asked why they didn't get the job?!? Seriously... they asked me that, without laughing.

I politely said "The other company had a better price."

"Well, in the future, let me know what that price is and I will see if we can beat it." she said.

So, not only are they incapable of doing their own homework, they are the slowest company in the world.

Wow... Just Wow.

Box of Screws.

Screw Ice!

Screw the steep down hill part of my street!

Screw ditches!

Screw fence posts!

Screw wraparound plastic bumpers!

Screw Barbed wire!

Screw my scratched and dented hood and front quarter panel!

Screw Tuesdays disguised as Mondays!!!

Another tough question

My daughter brought up another tough question the other night, out of the blue.

"Do zombies poop?" she asked.

My wife's first reaction was "No."

"But what about all the brains they eat?"

My wife and I looked at each other... the girl had a point. We were forced to change our answer.

"Brains..... BRAINS!!!!! uh, oh... be right back guys."

I was telling some friends about this, and we all were discussing weather a zombie with no digestive system would/could poop. This lead to a discussion of where the drive for Brains come from. Is it a function of hunger, or are their brains rewired to want to eat the brains of the living. Basically, would a zombie that had no stomach (from a horrible shotgun death, let's say) get hungry? Or is that basic need to terrorize the living part of their new mental state?

Either way, I have the coolest 4-year old daughter in the world.